Sargent Hans Schultz had been working in his own factory making toys when the great Adolph Hitler had become the one and only ruler of Germany. Hans had seen his factory that was made for fun turned into a factory that now made weapons. Although, he was past the age of forty and extremely obese he had been forced to serve with the Nazi party.
Hans was a genuinely kind man who did not support the war in any way. However, he had been assigned to a prisoner of war camp at Stalag 13 and had served well, he hoped. There never was a day that he did not have to worry about being shipped to the Russian front by someone and so he was a nervous wreck most of the time.
The men that resided in the barracks with Colonel Hogan were who he considered to be friends. They were indeed his enemy, but like him they were just trying to make it through the war. He thought that they posed no danger to anyone especially him. In return for their acts of kindness and a few pieces of chocolate he had looked the other way. He never sided with them, but would tell them "I see nothing. Mothing."
Each and everyday he was to take the roll call. Sometimes the men did not cooperate very well and he would find there to be a shortage. Once he was sure that he counted a man three times. He had thought about reporting it, but that would mean that his commanding officer Colonel Klink would not have a perfect no escape camp. What really frightened him was that the only reason why they kept Colonel Klink there was that his prisoner of war camp was so successful. Schultz was sure if it had not been for that he and the Colonel would have been on their way to the Russian front a long time ago.
He lived with other German soldiers in another barracks. The barracks where he stayed was not that much better than the prisoner's barracks, but they were allowed more showers and wood for the stove. He also was glad that they had better food. The one thing that he liked more than anything else was to eat.
As the war went on and on Sargent Schultz thought of his life and the making of toys. He drew many pictures of different toys that he wanted to make once the war was over. He had a wife and a son who was now at the Russian front himself. Everyday he worried as he had not heard from him in months.
At the end of the war Sargent Schultz emigrated to the United States. He now had a complete command of the English language. He opened a factory for making toys in the small town of Rockland Massachusetts. There you can still meet the loveable man as he works on the toys that he cherishes.